A Year Ago I Died
I remember the crystal blue sky. The sounds of the Meditterrean Sea crashing against the rocks and the dolphins playing close by. They were beckoning me to come closer. As I peered down the edge of the rocks, I knew in my heart there was a path. So I put one foot in front of the other and started to walk. I approached the trees that were guarding the entrance and asked silently for entrance to the pathway. Yes there they were stairs. I followed the stairs down the steep staircase towards the edge of the sea. I was being pulled like a magnet. The force was stronger the closer I got. Then the pathway stopped, yet I still wasn’t as close as I knew I could be. I peered around the rocks and there was the stairs continuing further to the edge. I continued down. The pull was stronger. My heart felt as though it would burst. The smell of the sea was intoxicating. I just had to go.
By this time I realized two of the ladies were following me and chatting amongst themselves. I was in my own world. A spell had been cast upon me, the outside world seemed a blur. The draw was intense. "Come closer. Come closer", were the words I heard. Around the corner I saw the rock platform and the edge just jutted out into the sea. I had to go. I felt the calling. I stepped onto the platform. It all happened so suddenly. As I had stepped…I also slid forward with my left leg. It was dragging me towards the edge of the rock, pulling me to the sea! My back leg stayed, as my left leg slid. Just centimetres away from the edge I stopped, now in the complete splits. Every part of me was split into two. I felt as if I was out of my body.
The next is blurry because I was not in my body at this time. I remember I had put my hand out to signal the ladies to stop. I slowly pulled myself to my knees. All I could hear were the dolphins singing. Then I heard the angelic singing. I saw the golden light and the beautiful golden people. I saw a city. I heard words in my head that were very familiar. Yet not the language I speak today. I heard the calling to come home. It was so beautiful and so peaceful. I felt the pull out of my body. The tears were flowing down my face like a waterfall. I felt as if I was in two places at once, conscious of both at the same “time". I am not sure how much time passed before I came back into my body and opened my eyes. I recall that when I did that I turned my gaze to the two ladies sitting at the edge of the rock platform. They had been holding the energetic space for me. They had tears in their eyes. Both of them are very tuned into their gifts. One said to me, “Atlantis”. I had heard the words Atlantis. I just nodded. Still reeling from the trip.
It is challenging to explain to you exactly what had happened that day. The power of that experience has changed my life. That day, I died. That day I took a trip to place where I had been before in a different time. Whether you believe or not, is of no concern to me. It was "my" experience. My gift. My opportunity to experience. I can also tell you this. The feeling was so "amazing" and "beautiful". It was very difficult to come back. See once you experience bliss why would you want to experience anything else.
My life back in Paris was not so blissful anymore. A lot had shifted. A lot that I had to go "home" and take a look at and ask myself some important questions. "Is this how I wanted to live my life forever?" Things had changed in my relationship with myself and my husband. He was still an amazing and wonderful man. Yet our paths were now different. Because I now had this awareness, I knew I needed to make a choice for us, as he would not. I would require the courage to say "yes" to something only I could see.
This day I died and came back. Back with a new perspective on life and what this "journey of love" really is. Love, love for me first. Only then could I BE love for everyone else.